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Harrys POV
Liam walks into the living room where all of us, except niall of course, were sitting watching the notebook.
"Boys there is a interview tomorrow at 9. Paul's gonna pick is up at 8.30, so be ready." We all groan. There is no way in hell that niall will be ready by then, and even if we could get him out of his room, he would be just bean ass anyways. Honestly he is starting to tear us apart. He used to be the one who used to make people laugh when the wanted to cry, or broke up fights. But now he is the one creating the fights and tears, we're all holding this band by a thread. And I think management is starting to notice. Took a while. Niall been pretty obvious about it, he still sings, and even he has been rude to fans at times, he can still be sweet, like the niall we used to know. Those are the best days for us. His mood effects us more than we thought.
"I know, but niall-" someone appears at the door way. Niall himself. Looking around, I noticed that the boys all wore surprised expressions. We all thought he had gone out tonight.
"What about me?" His icy blue eyes bore into liam's. Liam takes a step back, intimidated by the mall lad. He may be small, but can be scary at times. Like now. He's shirtless and in sweat pants, with a beer in his hand. His hair all over the place, and it looks like he hasn't shaved in days. His glare could shoot daggers, and we hadn't done anything.
"I-i well, we were just saying we have an interview tomorrow, and you are coming whether you like it or not." Even though liam's words sound confident, liam had almost shrunk against the wall, and he looked scared. Which doesn't look right on his tough guy exterior. We all hold our breath, waiting for what niall had to say.
He scoffs. "I'm not going to that dammit interview. It's pointless. So just fuck off." That's the fourth time he has said that today. It's his favorite phrase now.
Liam runs his hand through his short hair and sighs in both relief and frustration. "What am I supposed to tell Simon? This will be the third interview we have canceled!" He starts pacing the room frantically, trying to think of a solution. The rest of us just sit there, silent. Simon will be furious. He's already getting tired of niall behaviour, and it wasn't going to be long before he started getting mad. Which was never good. I didn't know which was worse, Simon rage or nialls.
Zayn was the first one to act. He pulled out his phone and dialed Simon number. Liam looked relived, probably because he didn't have to tell Simon, even though he usually did. I think this was starting to toll on him.
"Hello? Hi Simon. Yeah more niall problems. I know, but there's nothing we can do about it. He's refusing to go tomorow." Zayn paused to listen to what Simon had to say. Suddenly he cringed, and I'm guessing that Simon is most probe lying yelling at him. "Yes. Okay. Yes, I'll tell them. Okay. Bye." Zayn sets the phone down and puts his head in his hands. We sit there for a while, watching him. Eventually he lifts his head up and looks at us with a worn and tired expression.
"Meeting tomorrow with management and Simon instead of that interview. And by the sound of Simon voice it's not going to be pleasant.
We don't say anything. We're all in out own little world's, thinking about what kind of hell was to come tomorrow.
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